Targeted
"NCIS, open up!" Gibbs shouted as he banged loudly on the door to Aswan's house with his left hand. His right hand was occupied with his pistol. There was no answer so Gibbs stepped back as Tony kicked the door down. They ran in guns drawn, all except for Julia, that is.
"Don't you think that I should have a gun," Julia noted.
"If you don't mind, we're a little busy," Tony said.
"Clear!" Gibbs yelled as he emerged from the bedroom.
"Clear!" McGee said emerging from the kitchen.
"Clear in here too," Tony added as he popped his head into the bathroom.
"So really I think I should have a gun," Julia reiterated as Gibbs approached her.
"Are you sure?" Gibbs asked slightly annoyed.
"Yes, absolutely," she said.
"So you're ready to be able to make the split second decision between taking a life and letting it live? Or being able to know how to handle the situation when you're being shot at? Or being able to have the accuracy to shot the target in a group of people? Are you ready for that?" Gibbs asked increasing his voice and anger with every question.
"I… I… just thought…" Julia stammered.
"Exactly!" Gibbs said quietly to her; his face only inches from her.
"Gibbs, come look at this," McGee stated. They followed the sound of his voice into the bedroom. McGee was seated at the computer looking ominously at the screen.
"He's made a list of his targets on his computer," McGee told Gibbs and Tony. He scrolled through the list. There was a picture and a link that would tell you more information. A large red deceased stamp was displayed diagonally across some of the pictures.
"Does he have a calendar?" Gibbs asked.
"One minute," McGee said. He fiddled around with the computer until he found what he looked for.
"It's got events for every person's death," Tony butted in.
"What's that on today's day?" Gibbs asked as he pointed his finger at the screen. McGee clicked on it with the mouse.
"Oh my God!" McGee said as the screen popped up. The screen listed a target for to day and that target was Special Agent Julia Sweeney.
